"Why Is It There?"

Chapter 1

Raquel

I am late for my lecture. Super super late...and it's not even the first time...

I walk faster. Behind me, I could hear some 'Hey Hey' noises and I figured that it was probably one person calling another.

Or was it me? God I hope not...Once; I did decide to turn back upon a wrong call and got so embarrassed that I found myself staring at my feet to make myself feel sane. I'm definitely not turning back this time. But what if it's someone from the class? Oh well, whoever it is, will find me in class anyways.

I keep walking. I see the campus gate from a short distance and I give in a sigh of relief. I just hope this lecturer is not jerk and decides to not let me in...On the other hand, I hope he doesn't let me in at all. I honestly just wanna go grab my pillow and lay down, I thought silently.

I feel a person closing in behind me. Could it be the same 'hey hey' dude? Some random fuck boy? Shit, I got to walk faster.

The steps feel closer and get louder by every second. Now, I am literally running...or at least feel myself running....Until....in a split second, I had a man standing right in front of me, in his uniform, soaked in whatever he was carrying with him...

What the fuck just happened?

It all happened so fast. As soon as I felt the arm grab my left shoulder; my stimuli quickly responds by throwing my left fist in a hard-on punch.

I punched him. I punched him and spilled whatever he was carrying with him.

It was an accident.

Why? Because my senses kick in and I notice the uniform. He was not some random fuck boy...I mean, he was in a fucking uniform! Wait...he was in a uniform...this uniform...

Fuck.

My eyes catch a glimpse of the name tag on his shirt.

It says 'Dylan.'

I did not know who this guy was, but the uniform was definitely familiar.

My eyes widen in shock of realization. I had seen the same uniform on Amanda...which means...this guy...is a staff worker as the Café...and...and...

Shit.

My mind continuously goes in circles...Why would he go after me? Why?

Then it hits me.

I never paid for the order. Fuck. Could it be possible that he was chasing after me for stealing? Fuck yeah...you fucking walked out without fucking paying!! Fuck!! What do they call people who steal from coffee bars...Coffee Lifters? I'm a fucking coffee lifter?!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I drag my eyes to face him; and to try and calmly apologize. But instead, all I could see was a partial alluring sight.

A part of his hair...jet-black, shaped in a neat crew cut from the side, had a sheen like fine hardwood. He was wearing a simple green hat which was almost similar to a simple baseball cap only that it had a small logo on it. His eyes...even though they were partly shut; in a word...they seemed beautiful. His eyelashes curved up gently, like waves in a low tide. To me, he seemed like an average, crafty and sensible guy...

Raquel...Fuck. Apologize you bitch!

I opened my mouth to say something but no words left my mouth. He was so involved in looking at the mess I had made.